Hello everybody! I'm happy to announce that mid-terms are officially over! I got straight to work on the story and I was in class when I thought of the idea for this chapter. I'm not going to deter you and say something like, "If you're younger than 18 don't read this." However, just realize that this chapter will contain adult content. I hope you enjoy and please follow, favorite, and review! In case some people don't read this AN, I'm going to repeat it once again in a new line to catch people's attention.

This chapter contains adult content!

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12:00pm

Donatello reset the IV drip and sat down beside Alopex.

"Am I any better?"

"Seems like it. You're healing very well for only the timespan of an hour,"

"Seraphim are very good at recovering,"

"Glad to hear," Donatello smirked.

Shea walked into the room and Donnie turned to look at her. Her face was red as if she had been crying, and the purple-clad turtle frowned.

"You alright Shea?" He called over.

She nodded and looked away, "Fine."

"You sure?"

"Ya,"

"Okay," He shrugged.

"Donatello, do not leave it at that-go comfort her,"

"I don't know how to comfort her Al," Donnie whispered.

"She needs advice Donatello! Get over yourself and go help her!"

The turtle sighed and set down his tools. It was hard to argue when Alopex was the only one who could yell. He walked over to Shea and silently sat down beside her.

"What?" The blonde asked quietly.

"Uh…"

"Ask her what is wrong,"

"What's wrong?" Donnie turned to Shea.

"What do you think? I'm worried about my family!" She sniffled and shook her head, "I'm sorry-I didn't mean to yell."

"It's alright," Donnie set a hand on her shoulder, "It's okay to be sad."

"But I'm more than sad. I'm moody and crappy. Raph and April both came over to help me and I yelled at them. I feel horrible,"

"Ask her if she is on her period,"

"Al," Donnie rolled his eyes.

Shea looked up at him, "What?"

"Nothing. I'm sure they understand that it's just from stress,"

"You think so?"

"Of course-you know April has grown up not knowing where her mother is, and she's lost her dad twice. Not to mention that all of us-including Raph-have lost Master Splinter before. We know what you're going through,"

Shea was silent for a minute, "Thanks Donnie. That helps a lot."

"Really?"

"Ya," She smiled slightly, "I'm going to go apologize to Raph."

"Alright,"

She gave the purple-clad turtle a little hug and ran off to the library. Donatello stood up and leaned against the orb.

"And you said you could not comfort her,"

"I didn't. That was you,"

"Donatello, all I did was give you the first sentence-and I highly doubt that you asking 'what was wrong' was the thing that comforted her,"

"First off, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Donnie? Second, I wouldn't have even gone over if you hadn't told me to,"

"I think you underestimate yourself Donnie. You would have gone over,"

"You think?"

"I am sure of it. I just gave you a little push to speed things up,"

"You're a very impatient Seraphim, you know that?"

"And I have not been around for the entirety of time just for you to drag your feet on comforting a crying girl,"

"I think I'm rubbing off on you Al, you're saying things less wise and more blunt,"

"That is not you Donatello. That is me not having to keep up an all knowing facade,"

"Really?"

"Yes,"

"Well then do me a favor and say 'it's',"

"Why?"

"I haven't heard a single contraction from you since I've met you. Say one, any one you want,"

"Okay," She chuckled, "What's wrong with not saying contractions?"

"It makes your sentences faster,"

"That's not necessarily true,"

"There you go,"

Alopex smiled, "Why are you set on making my speech patterns less formal?"

"And now you're back to fancy words," Donnie considered her question and shrugged, "I guess so that you get less 'I'm better than everyone else'."

"What does my speech have to do with my power?"

"If you sound less formal then I have a better arguement,"

Alopex laughed, "A wise plan-if you had a chance of winning that is."

"Wow, you have no faith in my argument skills, do you?"

"Have you won a single fight between us yet?"

"Damn, shots fired,"

"I have no idea what that means,"

"I thought you were all-knowing?" Donnie smirked.

"I only know the important things,"

"Who says that popular phrases aren't important?"

"Dictionaries,"

"You're on a roll Al,"

"Thank you Donnie, I try," Alopex chuckled, "I could teach you if you like."

"Hey, I'm good at comebacks!"

"You have not made a good one yet,"

"Ya...well...I'll think of one in the shower later, then you're going down,"

"I did not need to see your mental image of that Donatello,"

"Oops...sorry,"

Footsteps came from the hallway and April's head popped into view.

"Hey Donnie," She smiled and walked over, "You alright?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, you've been hiding in the room for basically the last two hours,"

"I went to go see Splinter," Donatello defended.

"And if your brothers didn't offer for you to join them you wouldn't have!" She crossed her arms over her chest, "So what's going on?"

"Nothing," Donnie turned around, "Just keeping an eye on Alopex."

"It's something else though," April pressed, "So tell me. I am your girlfriend, remember?"

"I just want to make sure Al wakes up so that Shea can find her family. Is it that hard to understand?"

"Did you just call her Al?" April smirked and then noticed the glare Donnie sent her, "Don, I just want the truth."

"And I've told you it God dammit!"

"No using the Lord's name in vain,"

"Shut it Alopex,"

"What? What are you talking about?" April frowned.

"Nothing,"

"You just said-"

"I know what I said!" Donnie slammed his fist into the orb and then widened his eyes when he noticed his outburst.

He rubbed his temple and looked down at the ground, "I sound like Raph."

April walked up to Donnie and cupped his face with her hands, "Donnie, you're stressed-and holding in whatever secret it is that you have isn't helping."

"I don't have any secrets,"

The redhead ignored his defenses and sighed, "Do you not trust me or something?"

"I trust you, it's just…"

"Just what Donnie?" April asked incredulously.

"Just-"

"Why am I never good enough for anybody?!"

"April, you are good enough! You're better than enough!"

"Then why-?"

Before April could finish her retort, she felt her body lift off the ground and her back slam against the wall. Donatello's lips attacked hers, his mouth hungry for her taste. April let out a squeal and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck as his fingers raced down her sides and began to search up her blouse, feeling the soft skin of her stomach. Her legs involuntarily wrapped around his waist and he leaned down to attack her throat with kisses, his mouth harboring warm breaths that fueled April's heart and set her groin on fire. He groaned and took in a deep breath before opening his tongue and trailing it up the other side of her neck, exploring the soft spot behind her ear before reconnecting them with April's lips. His tongue was frantic, searching ever part of her sweet mouth. He slowly pulled away and rested his forehead against her own, breathing in her scent.

Oranges…

"You are enough April. You mean everything to me,"

"-But,"

"Everything," He pressed, "Which is why I can't tell you."

"Why? If I'm everything to you, then just tell me why,"

"Because I can't lose you,"

"Why would you lose me?"

"I...I…" Donnie sighed, "I'm feeling something that I haven't felt before. If you found out what that something is...you'd never talk to me again."

April looked up at him and she could feel her mind burning with a single question.

"Is this it? Is he going to say it?"

"April...I..."

"Yeah Donnie?" She set a hand on the back of his head.

"I like you too much to lose you,"

April blinked in disbelief.

"...Like…"

The teenage girl detached herself from Donatello and fixed her hair.

"April?"

She sighed, "I'll come back to see you in a bit."

"Okay,"

She walked off into the hallway and Donatello frowned.

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Donatello?"

"Alopex! I forgot you were up there!" His cheeks turned bright red and he scratched the back of his neck, "Sorry about yelling at you."

"What just happened between you two?"

"We...uh...kissed,"

"I know that Donatello," Donnie could practically feel her rolling her eyes, "I mean, did you two make up, or did you make it worse?"

"I honestly don't know,"

Alopex hummed in thought, but she was actually more interested in something else. So far Donatello's mind had been an open book, but for the first time there was something that Donatello was so set on hiding from Alopex, that he actually kept her from accessing it.

"What was the emotion that you have not felt before?"

"What?"

"The one that would hurt April,"

"It's not important..."

"Stranger and stranger…"

"What?"

"Oh nothing,"

Donnie looked down at his feet when he noticed something quite embarrassing. His cheeks felt hotter than fire.

"What is it Donatello?"

"Uh...I don't want to talk about it…"

It was too late though, and a cluster of mental images blew up in his mind.

"Donnie!"

"Sorry," He covered his crotch.

"Is there any way for you to stop?"

"I mean...uh...usually. But I can't do that now…"

"What?"

Before Donnie could try to stop himself from thinking it, he could feel it conjuring in his head. An image of Donatello alone in his room flashed into Alopex's view and she realized what he meant.

"Oh,"

"Ya…"

"Well get on with it. We have not got all day,"

"Wait, what? No. I'm not doing that with you here,"

"Donnie, half the things you are thinking include me. Just get on with it. Besides, I will admit I am slightly interested. Seraphim are incapable of feeling anything sexually euphoric. I would like to see your reaction to it,"

"Somebody could walk in at any moment,"

The hallway to the room disappeared.

"How did-?"

"My soul is connected with this place Donatello. Trust me when I say that no one will get in. Now get on with it...your thoughts are getting worse,"

"I'm still not going to...masturbate...in front of you..."

"Donatello, you owe me for everything I have had to put up with today! Get rid of these thoughts and just do it already! We have other things to do," Alopex demanded, leaving out the fact that the more he protested, the more interested she became.

Donatello sighed and sat down, leaning his shell against the orb.

"I can't believe I'm doing this,"

He gulped and slowly pulled out his already erect member, leaning his head back.

"Hurry up Donatello,"

"I didn't even start!"

"I cannot take any more of your mental thoughts! Just begin already!"

Donnie sighed and rolled his shoulders before wrapped his large three-fingered hand around his shaft, slowly moving up and down.

"It is getting worse,"

"It'll take a sec," Donatello said through gritted teeth as he gradually got quicker and quicker.

Donnie was right, once he found a rhythm, his thoughts slowly melted away leaving nothing but dizzying blurs. Alopex sighed in relief as the awkward images that had clouded Donatello's mind faded, and she stayed silent in awe at the change in the purple-clad. Usually calm and reserved, he looked almost violent, groaning sensually as beads of sweat formed on his scaly skin. His muscles flexed underneath his taut skin and his actions became quicker and more feverish as his moans turned into pants and his eyes rolled upwards. He strained out a curse word as precum started to drip from his member and stream down onto his hand.

"What happens if you lick it?"

"Alopex," Donnie flinched, "Don't...talk…"

"Sorry,"

Donatello's back arched slightly as he slowly reached his climax, his whole body twitching in time to his movements. His toes curled slightly as his vision went blurry and he reached his peak. He let out a long gasp and gulped as his body was hit shockwave after shockwave with pure ecstasy. Then, out of the back of his mind, an image popped up. Donatello sighed as he imagined the girl in his hand's place, her thighs set fast to his hips. Alopex watched in silence as the thought disappeared after a few seconds.

There was no noise except the gasps escaping Donnie's lips from his afterglow. After a few minutes he sat up slowly and tucked himself back away before walking over to the miniscule stream in the corner of the room and washing his hands off.

"Well...that was awkward…"

"Hmm,"

"Are you alright?"

"Mmhmm,"

"Uh...Alopex...did you see me think anything near the end?"

The question hung in the air for a moment.

"No," She closed her eyes, "No."

"Oh...good…"

Lucky for Alopex, Donatello was bad a catching lies.

…

Donnie let his feet hang over the edge of the walkway.

"What is it with you and challenging fate?"

"Sorry?"

"You will die if you fall off of this edge you know,"

"No really? I thought that if you fell thousands of feet you just sorta bounced a few times,"

Alopex scoffed, "Screw you."

Donnie laughed, "Now I know I'm definitely rubbing off on you."

"Actually, I learned that one from Venus,"

"Bullroar,"

"What does that one mean?"

"Uh...like a nice way to say bullshit...I think,"

"Huh, I will have to use that one,"

"Hmm,"

There was a moment of silence and Alopex sighed, "I am going to miss you after you all leave."

"What do you mean?"

"Once we catch the reaper, you will have to go. I will miss you,"

"We'll visit,"

"The only reason we let you in was because of the nature of your problem. I cannot open the door again. In fact, after all this, we will probably have to move…"

"Oh…" Donnie gulped, "Well I'll miss you too."

There was silence and Donnie frowned.

"Alopex?"

No answer.

"Alopex? Are you there?"

"Donnie!" Mikey's voice echoed through the library, "Donnie it's Alopex! Come quick!"

Donatello shot up and slipped, nearly giving himself a heart attack as he came close to falling of the edge.

"Shit,"

He sprinted to the room and his eyes shot open when the hospital bed came into view. Everyone was crowding around it, and Donnie ran towards them, shoving them aside.

"What happened? What's wrong?!"

Venus moved slightly so that the purple-clad turtle could see the bed. His eyes connected with a familiar face.

"A-Alopex?"

A hoarse voice responded slowly.

"Hello Donatello,"

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...Then the clock struck one...